A story that I managed to concoct, a vacation story consisting of the G8 members and one extra.
"WOOOO! Vacation!" America screamed loudly, throwing hands into the air.
The majority of the leaders of the G8 decided that it would be appropriate for the nations to take a vacation; perhaps it would finally get the nations to get along, or at least not tear out each other's throats. Yeah right. What were they thinking, deciding to leave the nations together for so long? A week would be enough, yet the leaders "brilliantly" decided to keep them together for an entire month.
"Calm down, America," Germany stated calmly, trying to get everything under control. "Now, before we head off, has everyone packed their things?" Everyone nodded their heads in response. "Good. No one's packed any contraband materials in your suitcases?" They shook their heads, and a quiet voice piped up.
"Um, Germany, why are you asking us these things?" Canada quietly asked. "Surely we could look after ourselves.."
"Yes, well, you all tend to act like little children. Someone has to make sure that none of miss something." Germany said, acting as a mother hen would. (You can now envision Germany in a chicken costume with an apron. You're welcome.)
"I-We...But... fair point."
"Anyway," Germany continued, "The flight to the island takes off in two hours. We have been provided with a private airplane; please don't go to the other parts of the airport. That is all." Japan raised his hand, ready to ask a question; Germany nodded in his direction, and Japan began to speak.
"Germany-san, could you please-"
"SURPRISE BITCHES!" A familiar voice called out, causing Germany to cover his face with his hand in annoyance. It seemed his brother had come to "grace" everyone with his presence. Germany loved his brother, he really did, but Prussia could be, well, Prussia, and cause even more hostility been his fellow nations.
"Prussia, what the hell are you doing here?" Germany asked, mentally preparing himself for whatever sorry excuse the rambunctious nation-thing had this time around. Germany grew up with the self centered man, yet Prussia still managed to surprise him with his ridiculous schemes. He was truly unpredictable.
"Kesesese! You losers ain't going on a vacation without the awesome me!" was Prussia's brilliant reply, his bird sitting on the mess that was his hair. "Besides, leaving me all alone for a month? You can't live that long without me; you'd die!" He leaned on his suitcase, a large grin plastered on his face. Perhaps now he could spend time with his younger brother, and get him to loosen up. "Nah, I'll just mess with him!" Prussia thought to himself.
"There's no arguing with you, is there?" Germany muttered to himself. "Fine. You can come along," Prussia started to cheer. "But, only on the condition that you won't start any mayhem. I don't want another repeat of that incident. Understand?" Prussia saluted the strict man, and joined the group of nations."
"I need a beer.." Came the quiet words from Germany's mouth.
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Russia snuck a look at Germany's face, having quietly listened to the scene. Shrugging to himself, he went back to his book, Grimm's Fairytales."
"They're so loud!" China said loudly in Russia's ear, causing him to jump. "Young nations don't have any manners! At least you have the decency to keep quiet. France and England are fighting for the fifth time today, Japan is ignoring me, Italy is eating a thermos of pasta leaving a big mess, America and Canada are screaming about winning in a racing game, and Prussia just showed up out of nowhere!" The long haired man huffed. "At least I have Panda here with me," he said, squeezing the small bear's paws.
"You know how the other nations can be. They're usually rambunctious. I suppose I like that about them..." Russia tapered off.
"You're strange, you know," China muttered. Suddenly, however, his mood brightened. "Oh! I just remembered! I brought some baozi with me!" China reached into one of his bags and pulled out a container kept closed with a large amount of rubber bands. "Do you want one?" China asked Russia, who looked at the nation with surprise. He nodded, and China passed him one of the steamed meat buns, taking one himself. They were delicious.
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Germany checked his watch, noting that the plane was to take off in five minutes. It was time to somehow get the squabbling nations boarded on the plane. The flight was eight hours long; he wondered how some of them, mainly Italy, America, and Prussia, would be able to stay still for so long. Oh well.
"EVERYONE, LISTEN UP!" Germany barked. The group before him grew quiet, paying attention. "The plane will take off in five minutes. We have to board the plane now. Alright?" The nations nodded, and Germany walked over to the door that led to the airplane, the security guards nodding at him. "Then let's go."
And so, as the rowdy nations got into their comfy in their seats, the plane took off to the island.
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And there you have it! The G8 (and Prussia, because he said so) are going on vacation. They're travelling to that island, the one were the allies fought the axis for however many episodes. The incident Germany mentioned is an instance I made up when Prussia got ridiculously drunk and showed up to an important meeting, making a big fool out of himself. Just something that Prussia would do. Also Germany's a mother hen. Please tell me what you think!
I also made a little "rule book" on this account. Essentially, it's about rules I'll follow when writing stories. Currently it's only Hetalia, but that might change in the future if I write for other series.